Chapter 675 Doomsday Storm: Doubts About Faith

Vito was taken to a room. It was more like a remote confinement room than a room. Sister Silent was really, although she sneered at the behavior of the State Church, she carried out Guilliman's order to imprison her meticulously.

But it was good, at least there was a real bed and table in this room, as well as an iron window, instead of the dark environment in the dungeon, which was good in a sense.

"I'm outside. According to the order of the primarch, you must stay here and cannot leave without permission, but you can do whatever you want within the scope of this place." Sister Silent said after putting Vito down. The latter looked around the small room with a wry smile. Free movement? There is a wall every three steps here.

But well, at least it's not the worst situation Vito has ever seen.

"Besides, I also brought you a gift. At least you won't be too bored here." Sister Silent said, motioning behind her, and the gray-haired nun came in with a salad. She was wearing a white robe of the State Church and looked very terrified, but she laughed when she saw Vito.

But after seeing Sister Silent, the smile disappeared immediately. Sister Silent looked at Sarah who lowered her head and smiled, then turned and walked out the door, "I won't be a light bulb here anymore. If you have anything, I'll be outside the door, Sister, follow me out."

The gray-haired nun nodded, and before she went out, she nodded to Vito, who smiled and nodded at her in a red robe. After the nuns left, Vito lifted his golden hair from his robe, and the blood on it vaporized in the high temperature in the blink of an eye. The golden hair was reborn and shining like the sun, and even the wound on his shoulder healed and regenerated at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Sarah held her hands devoutly on her chest, her eyes full of longing, "Is this a miracle? You must be his messenger, that must be the case! Are you here to save us?"

"Maybe, what about you? Did they make things difficult for you?" Vito smiled, lifted up his bright golden hair beside his ears and walked up. Sarah shook her head, "Nothing, I am a believer of the state religion, so they didn't make things difficult for me, but it took me some time to convince the elder nun, but she is a good person and very pious."

"Really? Then I must meet her." Vito smiled, and Sarah nodded happily, "Well, you will definitely like her, she and her sisters..."

Sarah stopped talking before Vito slashed her neck with a knife, and the girl fainted and fell on Vito, who touched her hair and took out a holographic communicator.

"Eva, it's time to change the equipment. Although old things are more durable, it is also a common rule in the Empire." Vito put the girl on the bed and stood aside to look at her jokingly, "They treat you as my toy. Typical state religion behavior, sacrifice, gifts, and so on."

I heard that some barbaric worlds would worship the Emperor by sacrificing living people, and then light candles on the heads of the sacrifices and offer them on the altar. Although I don't know whether the final object of worship will be the Emperor or Khorne.

Vito put the holographic communicator on his ear, he sat down on the bed, tapped the headset to start it, and with a short electric sound, the voice came from there.

"Lord Guilliman, Father Mathieu wants to see you." It was Sicarius' voice. His tone was always so recognizable, just like him.

"Let him in, Father Mathieu."

"Lord Guilliman, I have news."

After a sound of footsteps, Mathieu's voice appeared within range. Vito listened attentively. He must remember to praise the assassin in charge of this matter afterwards. The location of the eavesdropping device was deployed quite properly. It was a pity that there was no installation in the palace. There was a jammer. He didn't want any conversation there to be known to outsiders.

"What kind of news?" Guilliman asked, and there was a sound of flipping books.

"The girl you ordered to investigate, sir, after our investigation, we concluded that she was not a Chaos agent, but a true apostle."

"Does Sister Silence think so too?"

"Yes, sir, in fact, it was she who stopped the interrogation."

"Very good, Sister Silence can suppress psychic energy. If the girl was really a powerful psychic and uncontrollable, she would have suffocated to death long ago." Guilliman said indifferently, as if the matter was insignificant, and there was a rustling sound of writing in his voice.

Vito smiled. His method was not bad. The presence of an untouchable was probably more unbearable for the embracer of Chaos power than ten interrogation priests. He had to write it down and improve it in the manual of assassins and the Inquisition next time.

But there was something wrong with what he said. He was really in agony just now, but pain was also commonplace for Vito. Don't get me wrong. Vito was not a masochist, nor was he a girlfriend who had a strong interest in this aspect. It was because of his job. After working as an Inquisitor for so long, it was inevitable to come into contact with such things. Sometimes he would whip others, and sometimes he would be whipped by others. You know, in order to get information.

"Then her power must be a miracle, sir. She is not a natural psychic. Her power must come from your father." Mathieu said in a pious voice, but he was responded with a cold hum.

"Priest, do you know the Imperial Truth?" Guilliman continued to write, but at the same time asked coldly, as if he had already known the result of this answer and would be quite disappointed.

"Imperial truth? No, sir, I'm sorry I don't know what it is. Is it a book left by the Emperor for us?"

"That is indeed a precious book he left for the Empire, which contains his true knowledge, but it has nothing to do with you, priest, you have never really owned it. Tell me, priest, do you think the Emperor is satisfied with you?" Guilliman's pen flew up and down the background. He might be signing or reviewing an important request.

"I hope he is satisfied, sir, but it is difficult to satisfy the Emperor. He is our new desire." Mathieu spoke again in a pious voice, and in the background, there was the sound of rosary beads gently colliding.

"You will naturally not really satisfy him, but you can satisfy my brother. Tell me, priest, do you know who wrote the sacred words you recited?" Guilliman's pen stopped while he was asking questions. He seemed to be concentrating and asked this question.

"The Emperor himself, naturally, what else can we do? Every word in the Holy Words is said by the Emperor himself. It is the guidance of the eternal truth. It is he who leads us on the journey, just like my life." Mathieu was a little confused at first, but he became more and more determined as time went on.

"Huh, journey? Do you think the empire is on the journey now? Do you think your faith is the right path? Is it what my father wants?" Guilliman sneered, and then the sound of paper and pen tip flying sounded again, "But we have said enough, priest, leave now, I want to talk about the really important things."

"As you wish, sir..." Mathieu left with confusion, his footsteps overlapped with many footsteps, "Now, report the situation, sir Vito."

"The navy's fleet is as good as ever, we have controlled the high-level Track, through scanning and analysis, we have reason to believe that Mortarion is here, he is..."

Vito smiled, while listening to the military intelligence in the headphones, he stood up and walked to the iron window, it was raining outside, "Guilliman, you still don't know enough about the current empire, do you think the truth can really bring salvation?"

Vito smiled and lifted his blond hair, looking at the heavy rain outside, listening to the sound of rain on the other side of the headphones, "But yes, the truth will break everything of the old days, in the chaos, it also brings new opportunities and changes."